Mirala opened the window gate, rolled over and jumped into the house, and saw Uncle Hassan's panicked face.

At this time, Uncle Hassan is no longer the well-informed, knowledgeable, and widely admired Uncle Hassan of the villagers. Mirala was a little surprised, what did the old man do in his own house? Is it stealing? She couldn't help but look at the old man's clothes to see if he had anything of value with him. When Uncle Hassan saw that it was her, he breathed a sigh of relief, hurried over and locked the window tightly, closed the curtains, and complained, "You girl, you don't go through the door when you come in, what kind of window do you jump...... Hey, don't! ”

Mirala was pulling the man's hair on the mat to see what this guy looked like, when Uncle Hassan called him to stop his movements and was about to have a seizure, but the man suddenly moved and grabbed her right wrist. Milara was startled, and struggled desperately to shake off the man's hand, but the man's hand was so strong that his hands were like iron tongs, and he almost snapped Milara's wrist. Milara's eyes widened, and she drew her knife in her left hand, about to cut at the man's wrist. At this time, a loud cry in my ear said, "Stop! Uncle Hassan strode over and grabbed Milara's wrist with his hand. Milara's knife cut through the gold, and Uncle Hassan's hand slashed the tip of the knife, and blood dripped down the man's face. At this point, the man opened his eyes, and there was an almost madman's persistence in his eyes.

Through a few strands of wet black hair, Milara saw the man's frantic eyes, not only did she not feel afraid, but she was a little kind.

Uncle Hassan smiled wryly and said, "Milara, you better let it go first." ”

Mirala let go of the hand holding the knife, and thought to herself, Uncle Hassan claimed that the dead can be healed, and it is nothing to cut a little skin. But most of her attention had turned to the man, no longer paying attention to Uncle Hassan, who was sitting down as he grabbed his injured hand. Asked with interest, "Who are you?" ”

The man's expression was painfully frowned, thoughtful, and then he let go of his hand, put his head in his hands, and burst into a heart-rending cry, waving his hands wildly. Hanging on to the corners of Mirara's skirt, it almost pulled Mira down. Milara couldn't stand such a terrible scream, and couldn't help but reach out to cover her ears and lean against the wall. The man was already in a state of utter madness, struggling to jump to his feet, as if to tear himself apart. Milara seemed to be in a nightmare, her eyes closed, unable to move, only chanting incantations in her heart. "True God, let him wake up quickly, let him wake up quickly."

Suddenly, there was a muffled thud in the midst of the scream, and the screams stopped abruptly, and someone fell to the ground with a thud. Mirala opened her eyes and saw the stick at the top door thrown on the ground with a thud, and Ramadan's sweaty face shone with determination.

The curtains on the opposite side were blown by the wind. Fluttering, Jhahar sat on the windowsill. Watching all this with seriousness.

Night fell.

The night in the village of Ajem is calm and peaceful.

Late at night, everyone gathered in the house, guarding the half-dead man, and the meal was not good. Ramadan inadvertently reveals his expectations of the guy and his sister's marriage, and Mirala almost falls out with him. The bowl is not washed after eating. Just squatting next to the guy, pinching the big bag on the man's head, the movements were not gentle. Uncle Hassan was so frightened that he ran to the side to plead, despite the pain of his injured hand. Milara's eyes widened. "You want me to marry him too?" said that with a lot of effort in his hand, it seemed that he was going to pinch the big bag. Uncle Hassan hurriedly reached out and held on, "Don't, Milara, do you know who this is?" ”

Mirala let go, squinted her eyes and asked, "Who is he?" Uncle Hassan, do you know? ”

Uncle Hassan stood up and sighed faintly, "Alas, forget it, life and death are uncertain, what's the point of saying it?" Let's wait for him to come back to life. ”

Mirala flicked her sleeves, "Hmph, boring, just forget if you don't say it." Then he turned and left, and went back to his room to sleep. Wake up early tomorrow morning.

She had to practice running between the trees, so she didn't have the time to hang out with them.

Uncle Hassan sent the plague god away, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart, and without waiting for rest, he remembered another thing in his heart, and hurriedly looked around, and called Ramadan to him.

Ramadan sat beside him with a tired look on his face and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?" Uncomfortable mats? Why don't I give you a new bed? It's just mine, and there is no preparation for hospitality at home, and no one has stayed overnight for several years. ”

Uncle Hassan shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay to sleep on the floor." I'm asking you, is that pendant still in your hand? ”

Ramadan asked alarmedly, "What do you mean?" That's mine, and no one will give it. ”

Uncle Hassan hurriedly replied, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you that it is a precious treasure, you must keep it, remember, do not sell it." ”

Ramadan breathed a sigh of relief and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Haha, it's okay, I know." Such a good baby, I am willing to sell it. It's okay, I'm sleeping, you can rest too. "With that, he walked away.

The moon sets and the stars are scarce, and the sky is clear.

The devotee of going to bed early and waking up early, the beautiful and dignified girl Milara, crawled into the living room with sleepy eyes and fumbled for a comb on the counter. The vanity mirror in my room was broken last month, and I had to comb it indiscriminately by leaning against the large mirror in the living room. She hadn't taken a few steps before she stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. The girl suddenly woke up, and like a mirror in her heart, she grabbed Uncle Hassan's trouser leg and squeaked and pulled away. Uncle Hassan also woke up, hurriedly stood up, and saw Milara in front of him, who was gloomy in his face, and almost burst out of his throat to scream, and forced it back.

Uncle Hassan took a few steps back cowardly, and Mirala, who had already drifted away from him, crouched beside the half-dead creature on the ground, and carefully examined his sleeping position. But with yesterday's lesson, I don't dare to reach out and poke it easily. Uncle Hassan watched her movements with trepidation, and his right hand ached faintly. In the midst of his hesitation, he felt a tightness in his right shoulder, another tremor in his heart, and he turned his head to see Ramadan's hypocritical smile.

"Old man, do you think he can wake up?"

Uncle Hassan shuddered, "Yes, surely." ”

Ramadan's thief looked at the man wryly, "If you really can't do it, it's better to ......."

The old man almost jumped up, "Absolutely not!" ”

"So, what exactly is he?"

The old man's expression was gloomy, and he sighed faintly. But he did not answer, but turned and paced to the window, and pushed open the wooden window. A thin mist spread through the treetops, and wooden houses loomed into the air.

It's a new morning.

Ramadan cursed in his heart, feeling that he should scare and scare the old man. Otherwise, it's really hard to talk about it. So he coughed, walked up behind Uncle Hassan, and said in a sincere tone, "Uncle, I don't think it is a long-term solution to keep such a half-dead person in the family. You think that's good, let's keep him for another day, and if there are no good signs, we won't leave him alone. Throw it back into the river. If it's troublesome, bury it in the village. ”

Uncle Hassan grabbed him by the arm and scolded him categorically, "Nonsense! This is our valued guest! He came from the far east! If we dare to abandon his life, we will be punished by Narach! ”

"Far East? What do you mean? Ramadan kept asking.

"Alas. In fact, why do you need to know these things? There was an indescribable tiredness in Uncle Hassan's voice, "As long as he wakes up." I will explain everything to you as it is. If he doesn't wake up, it's all meaningless......"

As he spoke, a scream from Milara came from the other side, "Ahhhh ”

The two hurriedly stopped talking and gathered around. Holding his breath, he leaned in front of the face with anticipation, but unfortunately, it was still a dead face with his eyes closed.

"Liared to you." Mirala said calmly.

Ramadan almost collapsed, his eyes wide with rage. Bared his teeth and roared at Milara, about to pull her ears. Milara was caught by him, and with a deft turn, she swiped past him. Ramadan also knew that with his own skills, it would be impossible to catch his sister, so he only made a symbolic gesture to express his anger. Milara leaned over smugly, "Catch me!" Ramadan reached out and fished again, of course, empty. Mirala was even more proud, humming a little song and carrying her skirt, and scurrying around the house, dodging the non-existent pursuit. In the middle of the bustle, someone at the window said indifferently, "Wake up." Mirala looked back and saw Jhahar sitting like a statue on the windowsill, motionless. Really woke up.

The man opened his bloodshot eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, unmoving. Mirala tilted her head and looked at it for a long time, and finally got impatient, pulled out the thin willow branch in the vase on the table, leaned over, and stabbed the man in the face from a distance. Uncle Hassan and Ramadan had their own plans and did not stop them. Seeing that his face was stabbed and almost pierced, the man still didn't react at all. Ramadan couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, "Is it paralyzed?" Can you be paralyzed by flooding? ”

The plan of stabbing him in the face seemed to be unworking, and Milara felt that her face was dull, so she threw the twig, drew the knife from the boot, and took it in her left hand and pulled the man's ear with her right hand. Before she could find it, the man suddenly turned his face, his eyes were blood-red, but they were hollow, and he couldn't see any expression of joy and sorrow. Uncle Hassan next to him had a chill down his spine, and suddenly had some doubts about himself, is it really right to save this person? At this time, Ramadan had a strange feeling, and felt that the scene in front of him was familiar, as if he had seen this morning in a dream, seen the blood-red and hollow eyes, seen the water stains dripping from the willow branches at his sister's feet, and saw Jhahar sitting on the wet windowsill, the mist seeping into the room through the cracks around his body, a little damp, a little cold.

The two of them wandered in the world, but Mirala only saw the man's pale face, but she was not afraid, but a little pitiful. She leaned over and asked gently, "What do you want?" ”

The man opened his chapped lips and muttered something. Milara couldn't hear clearly, so she put her ear to his mouth and asked, "What?" Ramadan was a little worried, in case his precious sister was bitten by this guy, wouldn't it be troublesome. He took a few steps, grabbed Milara's arm, and was about to pull her up. Mirala flung his arm impatiently, trying to hear the man.

The blood-red eyes seemed to fade a little, and the man opened his mouth again, laboriously saying something.

Mirala stood up with satisfaction and clapped her hands, "It's over, what a normal person." ”

Ramadan looked at her suspiciously, and couldn't help but ask, "What did he say?" ”

"I'm hungry, do I have anything to eat?"

It seemed that he was really hungry, and in a short time he had eaten four pieces of bread. What's even more amazing, though, is his ability to recover. Half a time ago, he looked dying. It seems that he will choke his breath at any moment; But once he woke up, he was like a prisoner who had been hungry for half a month, and he couldn't wait to burst his stomach. The bloodshot in his eyes was rapidly receding, and his pale face was gradually becoming bloody, as if everyone could see that the dough that he had just stuffed into his stomach was rapidly decomposing and burning. Transfiguration into the energy of life, flowing through his limbs and hundreds of remains. After pouring a whole large bottle of water under Ramadan's extremely hostile gaze, he seemed to be completely rejuvenated. There was a loud sigh of separation, and he actually apologized to everyone in the language of the locals rather guiltily. Ramadan didn't want to listen to his incomprehensible words, he just thought in his heart, this meal can't be ruined for him, and if he can't double the interest in the future, he will cut this guy with a thousand cuts. Milara doesn't care about food. He had been watching the man feast with great interest, and handed over a glass of water from time to time.

When the guy had finished cleaning his belly, Ramadan and Uncle Hassan sat down across from him for a moment, ready to get down to business, while Mirala sat on the floor to the side, looking at the few of them, and forgetting what they were going to do today. Jahar didn't know where to go again. The windows were still wide open, and the morning fog had dispersed. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the forest and shines on the floor, making it look a little warm.

Uncle Hassan cleared his throat and tried to hold back a calm voice, "Distinguished guest, first of all, please forgive us for our offense and faux pas......"

"Where is this?" The man asked eagerly, looking around. Although he speaks the language of the locals. But Ramadan could still hear that his words hid a strange exotic accent.

Uncle Hassan and Ramadan glanced at each other quickly, "This is the village of Ajm. Ramadan replied.

Hearing the word "Ajm Village", this person's face immediately became solemn.

"Thank you for taking care of me, but now I have to get out of here." The man said, jumping up with great agility. As if he had never been sick.

"Where are you going?" Milara came back to her senses at this time and quickly asked.

"There's going to be a war here, beautiful girl." The man looked at Malala, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "The war may start tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so you'd better get out of here." ”

Hearing this man's words, both Ramadan and Uncle Hassan were taken aback.

"How do you know?" Uncle Hassan asked.

"Isn't this village very close to the coastal fort?" The man smiled and asked.

Uncle Hassan's face changed again.

Ramadan remembered the forts that dotted the bay, and more than once he had seen the gloomy forts and the cannons pointing to the sea from afar as he fished, and he had wanted to get closer to see them, but had been expelled by the soldiers who were guarding them. It is now completely cordoned off, and no boats are allowed to enter or leave.

The imams of the village had recently preached more than once to encourage the people to wage a "holy war" against the British and French, and although it was not known why, many of the young people of the village had been agitated, and after the British warships appeared off the coast of Alexandria, they spontaneously supported the defenders.

As for the "holy war", Ramadan was not very positive - he was the pillar of the family, and he had no interest in dedicating his precious life to the country and the nation if he did not arrange his younger siblings properly.

Besides, I am a pariah, poor and destitute, and let the old man worry about those big things.

But the warning of the person in front of him made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Who the hell are you? Where did it come from? Uncle Hassan stared at the other man, "You're from Qianguo, right?" ”

The man was obviously surprised when he heard his words, and couldn't help but nod his head.

"Yes, my name is Ji Peng? Du is a native of Qianguo. My ancestors came here three hundred years ago. The man replied.

"What are you doing here? Are you in league with the British? Ramadan asked.

"I'm a businessman, and I'm here to do business, but my ship hit a reef and sank." Du Jipeng faced Ramadan's vigilant questioning, and replied calmly, "I fell into the sea, thanks to you, saved me, thank you." After he finished speaking, he put his hand on his chest and bowed respectfully to the three people opposite.

Of course, it was impossible for him to tell these Egyptians in front of him that he was a crew member of the "Indomitable" and that this time he had come ashore to reconnoiter the deployment of the Egyptian army.

After the conquest of Egypt by the Ottoman Sultan Selim I, Egypt became an Ottoman province with a governor, but still had a large degree of autonomy. In the Khedive? During the reign of Tawfik Pasha, Egypt and Britain and France signed an agreement to give great privileges to investors in the two countries, which made the interests of Britain and France expand rapidly, and then the Egyptian government went bankrupt, Britain and France took the opportunity to grasp the financial power of Egypt, and implemented "double supervision" over Egypt, Britain managed Egypt's revenue, France managed expenditures, and British and French capital poured in, opening banks, factories, operating public utilities and shipping in Egypt, thus controlling Egypt's economic lifeline, and the Egyptian governor became their puppet. In 9079, the Egyptians founded the "Fatherland Party" under the name of Lieutenant Colonel Mohammed? Olabi Pasha as the leader. The Fatherland Party put forward ideas such as Egyptian independence and opposed the "European Cabinet", and used the power of the national struggle to force Egyptian Governor Ismail to reshuffle the government and dismiss foreign officials. (To be continued.) )

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